Waiting for you

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Amara’s p.o.v.

How I regret falling asleep in the car now. Timothy carried me in the plane without waking me up.

Unfortunately, I have to wait until we land to have the full experience of flying private, but I am really loving it already.

Luxurious is an understatement to me. You can have a business meeting on this plane. Timothy truly has a good taste, I mean, it even has a bed.

The interior is fully white with gold accents. There is a little sit lounge area before the suite.

That b***h of a flight attendant got some nerve, she didn’t even greet me and again she is ignoring me completely, when she served us our drinks just minutes ago.

I do wonder what happened that Timothy is acting ice cold.

“Love, are your ears clear?”

“Yeah, I am good again. Thanks for the gum.”

“Does it every time.”, he says with a chuckle.

“It is an 8 to 9 hour flight. We will retreat to our room after dinner, no need to be in front.”

Okay, something definitely happened. In the meantime I have got to know Timothy’s whole being so much deeper.

I lay my hand on his thigh, caressing him softly. Leaving it to him to open up about it, if he doesn’t I will ask him when we are alone.

He took me in his embrace, I lay my head on his shoulder. He plays with my skin, tracing his fingers up and down slowly.

“Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me, Love?”

“Because, you are taking me on a vacation. No even better, to your sister’s destination wedding. You are the best.”, I say looking up smiling at him, kissing his cheeks, before hugging him strongly.

“Don’t thank me. I am the one that is the lucky one.”, he says placing a kiss in my hair, while pulling me even closer to him, making me sit in his lap.

Wiggling my hips in his crotch, he grabs my waist swiftly.

“I wouldn’t do that too much, baby.”, he says husky in my ear, pushing his pelvis up to my ass.

Feeling his semi hard pressing on me, is enough to make me moan out a breath.

“Stop teasing baby.”, he places a kiss in my neck, making me giggle and suppress a moan at once.

“I don’t want to wait anymore.”, I confess whispering to him.

“Me neither… Hold on a little longer. Almost, baby.”, he says fluttering kisses against my skin.

We are interrupted by a feminine shaping throat.

“Excuse me, Sir.”, she stares at me boldly in the eye.

Timothy stops his sweet attempts, making me want to punch the tramp for interrupting. His hands stay glued around my waist.

“Can we help you?”, I ask her smiling confidently at her.

“Sir, dinner will be served in 20 minutes.”

Again she ignores my presence. Oh, she is asking for a ass whooping.

“My wife asked you, not me.”, he says without interest, but stern. He didn’t even looked up at her, his eyes are fixated on mine.

He said his wife, I am not, but the butterflies that are flying in my tummy are heavy.

I smile at him, before giving him a quick peck on his lips.

“Sorry, Sir.”

Timothy rolls his eyes at hearing her nagging voice referring at him again.

Taking his hand in mine, I squeeze it lightly, letting him know that I will deal with this b***h. Since he called me his wife, I will make use of that fact.

“My husband doesn’t like to repeat himself. From now on, you will refer to me. If I am not available, you may serve Mr. Brown a hot strong black coffee with one spoon of sugar and a glass of ice water.”, my voice dripping with authority.

She gulps down loudly, noticing Timothy still didn’t gave her a glance in the meantime. Her eyes are giving jealousy.

Crooking my brow at her, I wait for her to say something.

“Yes, ma’am. Understood.”

If I would have taken my eyes off her, I would’ve missed that she closed her eyes to roll them.

“Please serve our dinner with a glass of red wine. That will be all.”, I say dismissing her.

She walks off, mumbling something inaudible for us to hear, but I definitely heard her use the words stupid b***h.

Timothy burst out a laugh.

“Way to go, Mrs. Brown.”, he cheers at me, giving me kisses in my neck up to my ear.

“Who had thought you would be so possessive about your man. I love it.”, he whispers, his hands pulling our lower body closer again.

My body hums at the closeness of our bodies.

A good man never gives another woman a chance to take his woman her place.

He just proved that, nobody can easily take my place.

“It wasn’t too much?”, I still ask him.

“Baby, kidding? Nah, that was perfect. Couldn’t have done it better myself.”, he says cupping my face in his hand.

He makes me feel loved and appreciated. Surely I have my doubts, which I know deep down aren’t justified.

Plus he said, almost. So, guess I will have to find a little more patience.

We cuddle while waiting on the serving of dinner.

Seeing the girl coming, rolling the cartridge, I make my way to sit back in my seat. Timothy’s strong hold stops me.

“Stay foot, baby.”, his sexy demand voices.

“We can’t eat like this.”, I tell him pouting.

The needy look in his eyes, makes me granting him his command with a shy nod.

Timothy start to feed me as soon as the plate of chicken fried rice is served, again not sparing a sight on the woman.

We eat in silence. Timothy giving me bites and then he serves himself. When we are full, he stands up holding me strong in his embrace.

He walks back to the suite and puts me down on the bed. He falls down beside me, pulling me towards him. He spoons my body, his fingers fondling my belly.

“Let’s take a little rest. We don’t really have enough time to sleep after we land.”

“Told you that we should have left yesterday.”, I warned him again, remembering him our argument about it.

“Sssttt, baby. I know, but it was necessary for the company.”

“Hmm, hmm.”, I say with a chuckle. “Mr. Workaholic.”

“Ouch… What was that?”

“You heard me.”, I tease him. “Plus you can’t tell me that is a lie.”

“True.”, he says sighing under his breath.

“But I want to bring some change in to that. I mean, we both deserve to have some more free time, don’t you think?”

“You sound serious.”, I say turning my head to face him, looking at him to see if he is sick.

“What? I mean even though we are together at work, I would love to spend a day home together, just the two of us. Not having to worry about meetings, phone calls, reports and whatever.”

“We have the weekend.”

“I thought I was the workaholic here, baby. You don’t like the idea?”

“Uhmm, it’s something I have to get use too, but I think I can agree, that you really need some more time off.”

“We both do, I know I am a terrible boss at times.”, he chuckles at my fake shocked expression.

“You are the worst!”, I giggle, giving him a wink.

“Is that so now, Ms. Jones?”

“Oh, now it is Ms. Jones, ha, Sir?!”, I say lifting my brow at him.